There were no evening entertainments, or rather, taking the bus from Vienna to Prague was the night activity. After a shower, Su Qing did not leave his room again and continued reading "The Unbearable Lightness of Being."
When he read "Her days spent photographing Russian soldiers on the streets of Prague, risking her life, were the best," he contentedly placed a bookmark, put down the book, and prepared to sleep.
Perhaps, he might dream of "photographing Russian soldiers on the streets of Prague, risking his life."
Indeed, he dreamed.
At first, Su Qing did not realize he was dreaming and only felt unbearably hot, waking up in the middle of the night.
The soundproofing of the guest house wasn't great; the cries of shock and terror from the street were clearly audible. As for the reason for the screams... the entire bedroom was lit up bright red by a fire, like a microwave oven.